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The Galaxy, and the Ground Within - Becky Chambers
I am reading the Hugo finalists for Best Novel. So far it's not going so great.
The Galaxy, and the Ground Within is a novel set on the barren planet of Gora, which has a small waypost for travellers to fuel up mid-journey. Owing to a Plot Event of the satellite fleet crashing into each other, a half dozen different aliens are stranded together on the planet for a few days. This is very much supposed to be a character-driven book, not a plot-driven one.
I didn't like it very much.
I have many objections to this book. The first is that character driven should still create some kind of meaningful or enjoyable story. There are five aliens with very different body plans and occasionally extremely different physiologies (an anaerobic alien among aerobic respiring ones!) They work different jobs and supposedly come from very different social structures. But the book doesn't really let their background influence their reactions or mindset. I've criticized this before in other novels - the sense that even though one character is someone who has seen war and ferries supplies to active warzones, pilots her starship through interstellar space alone, and yet has the sensibilities and reactions of someone who feels like a liberal Anglophone living in the 21st century, someone who second-guesses their social interactions a lot and has analyzed their feelings and why they act the way they do. Chambers sounds like a nice person, but it doesn't make for very enjoyable reading, and everyone sounds and reacts the same. The dialogue and method of resolving conflict feel very much like internet therapist advice. Acknowledge the feeling and let it sit before responding. Make sure you put your seatbelt on before assisting others - take care of your body, self care, when you're going through mental turmoil. They just all talk like this, and feel like this, and work through issues like this, and it's so weird. And boring. Again - I feel like Chambers is a really nice person. I think these are great things to do. But I'm not reading for self-instruction. Reading something feels so disconnected from reality, where most people do not have this personality or mindset. The host of the waystop is a motherly figure who loves dessert and spends a lot of the book worrying about things and baking desserts, to such a degree it felt irritating, not comforting.
Part of my frustration was with the actual writing of the book. I don't mind workmanlike prose, but the action, such that it was, kept stopping dead so that Chambers could infodump about the character's motivation. There are many chapters where the character might have a cup of tea, or a conversation, and this thin action is padded out thickly with narrative blocks of flashbacks, explaining why they felt this way. We received most of the worldbuilding about various species via narrative description this way, and it was so frustrating to have conversations - finally, something is happening, a character is talking to another character! - get interrupted constantly by long paragraphs of written-out explanation, so you could understand why based on their long ago childhood. It brings all the momentum to a halt and also makes the reader feel like the author feels they can't get it without an elaborate backstory, and that we can't infer.
The book tries to incorporate a bunch of social issues, but quickly and simply. It felt very much like a child's book, about how to get along with others. But written for adults and 300 pages. I feel like some of the alien interactions are heavy-handed metaphors for disability, or racism, and I don't really enjoy that kind of fiction - the metaphors often veer into very confusing places, or it doesn't make sense. And they get solved very simplistically. There's one argument and it gets interrupted by a medical emergency (the second, and last, plot event). It just feels like the issues get name-checked - some very big ones, like xenophobia, and reproductive autonomy - and then because there are so many other things to deal with, so many issues, and the book is mostly about Everyone Learning To Get Along, complete with actual teenager alien also learning how to adult, they all get treated simply and put back into their little box. One character, Pei, is a species where fertility happens once in a lifetime and the social expectation is that you take advantage of it - employers let you have the gestational period off, soldiers are shipped back from war. Pei starts becoming fertile while stuck on Gora. She agonizes over what to do, but eventually has a conversation with someone from a species that her species hates, who says "you are allowed to feel what you feel and if you don't want to, then you don't have to". So Pei looks in herself and decides that yep, she doesn't. And then she doesn't. This is something empowering you say to someone who's starting out in life and realizing they can make their own decision, to someone escaping from a situation from which they have no control. Not to someone who gives orders and has command over other people's lives, believes her work is important and worth it, and is good at something that is both difficult and involves a lot of difficult and weighty decisions.
On a final, somewhat nitpicky note, every once awhile the logic just didn't add up. There's very careful explanation that Gora has no atmosphere, no life at all, and so on, the perfect blank backdrop. If there's no atmosphere, why is the sky on fire? Why would satellites burn up on re-entry? Pei's species communicates and understands the world through visual input, keying specifically on colour. But they are overwhelmed when faced with a busy store display with many different colours. But thinking about it for more than a second makes this seem so bizarre. If your primary means of navigating the world is through a particular sense, then why is it so easily overwhelmed? How has your species not gone extinct? Humans, too, are super visually focused; we identify wavelengths of light and use them to help understand; our brains are used to sorting and categorizing visual input, narrowing our focus down to smaller spaces to help us concentrate while keeping us alert to new things. This isn't one individual struggling, apparently the whole species does. Is their home planet completely grey and just their faces flash colour to communicate? Well, it's not, because Pei (in one of the many infodump backgrounds) says she was such-and-such age when she learned that a yellow-coloured flower was not in fact yelling at her. Apparently Roveg has no muscles (so how does he move? He's insectile). It's stuff I probably would have ignored if I had been charmed by the worldbuilding, or characters, but it feels like it goes hand-in-hand with the shallow characterization.
The Galaxy, and the Ground Within is a novel set on the barren planet of Gora, which has a small waypost for travellers to fuel up mid-journey. Owing to a Plot Event of the satellite fleet crashing into each other, a half dozen different aliens are stranded together on the planet for a few days. This is very much supposed to be a character-driven book, not a plot-driven one.
I didn't like it very much.
I have many objections to this book. The first is that character driven should still create some kind of meaningful or enjoyable story. There are five aliens with very different body plans and occasionally extremely different physiologies (an anaerobic alien among aerobic respiring ones!) They work different jobs and supposedly come from very different social structures. But the book doesn't really let their background influence their reactions or mindset. I've criticized this before in other novels - the sense that even though one character is someone who has seen war and ferries supplies to active warzones, pilots her starship through interstellar space alone, and yet has the sensibilities and reactions of someone who feels like a liberal Anglophone living in the 21st century, someone who second-guesses their social interactions a lot and has analyzed their feelings and why they act the way they do. Chambers sounds like a nice person, but it doesn't make for very enjoyable reading, and everyone sounds and reacts the same. The dialogue and method of resolving conflict feel very much like internet therapist advice. Acknowledge the feeling and let it sit before responding. Make sure you put your seatbelt on before assisting others - take care of your body, self care, when you're going through mental turmoil. They just all talk like this, and feel like this, and work through issues like this, and it's so weird. And boring. Again - I feel like Chambers is a really nice person. I think these are great things to do. But I'm not reading for self-instruction. Reading something feels so disconnected from reality, where most people do not have this personality or mindset. The host of the waystop is a motherly figure who loves dessert and spends a lot of the book worrying about things and baking desserts, to such a degree it felt irritating, not comforting.
Part of my frustration was with the actual writing of the book. I don't mind workmanlike prose, but the action, such that it was, kept stopping dead so that Chambers could infodump about the character's motivation. There are many chapters where the character might have a cup of tea, or a conversation, and this thin action is padded out thickly with narrative blocks of flashbacks, explaining why they felt this way. We received most of the worldbuilding about various species via narrative description this way, and it was so frustrating to have conversations - finally, something is happening, a character is talking to another character! - get interrupted constantly by long paragraphs of written-out explanation, so you could understand why based on their long ago childhood. It brings all the momentum to a halt and also makes the reader feel like the author feels they can't get it without an elaborate backstory, and that we can't infer.
The book tries to incorporate a bunch of social issues, but quickly and simply. It felt very much like a child's book, about how to get along with others. But written for adults and 300 pages. I feel like some of the alien interactions are heavy-handed metaphors for disability, or racism, and I don't really enjoy that kind of fiction - the metaphors often veer into very confusing places, or it doesn't make sense. And they get solved very simplistically. There's one argument and it gets interrupted by a medical emergency (the second, and last, plot event). It just feels like the issues get name-checked - some very big ones, like xenophobia, and reproductive autonomy - and then because there are so many other things to deal with, so many issues, and the book is mostly about Everyone Learning To Get Along, complete with actual teenager alien also learning how to adult, they all get treated simply and put back into their little box. One character, Pei, is a species where fertility happens once in a lifetime and the social expectation is that you take advantage of it - employers let you have the gestational period off, soldiers are shipped back from war. Pei starts becoming fertile while stuck on Gora. She agonizes over what to do, but eventually has a conversation with someone from a species that her species hates, who says "you are allowed to feel what you feel and if you don't want to, then you don't have to". So Pei looks in herself and decides that yep, she doesn't. And then she doesn't. This is something empowering you say to someone who's starting out in life and realizing they can make their own decision, to someone escaping from a situation from which they have no control. Not to someone who gives orders and has command over other people's lives, believes her work is important and worth it, and is good at something that is both difficult and involves a lot of difficult and weighty decisions.
On a final, somewhat nitpicky note, every once awhile the logic just didn't add up. There's very careful explanation that Gora has no atmosphere, no life at all, and so on, the perfect blank backdrop. If there's no atmosphere, why is the sky on fire? Why would satellites burn up on re-entry? Pei's species communicates and understands the world through visual input, keying specifically on colour. But they are overwhelmed when faced with a busy store display with many different colours. But thinking about it for more than a second makes this seem so bizarre. If your primary means of navigating the world is through a particular sense, then why is it so easily overwhelmed? How has your species not gone extinct? Humans, too, are super visually focused; we identify wavelengths of light and use them to help understand; our brains are used to sorting and categorizing visual input, narrowing our focus down to smaller spaces to help us concentrate while keeping us alert to new things. This isn't one individual struggling, apparently the whole species does. Is their home planet completely grey and just their faces flash colour to communicate? Well, it's not, because Pei (in one of the many infodump backgrounds) says she was such-and-such age when she learned that a yellow-coloured flower was not in fact yelling at her. Apparently Roveg has no muscles (so how does he move? He's insectile). It's stuff I probably would have ignored if I had been charmed by the worldbuilding, or characters, but it feels like it goes hand-in-hand with the shallow characterization.
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I'm with you though, it sounds so boring T_T Self-help thinly funnelled through aliens. Plots apparently developed by throwing darts at the latest collection of self-righteous lectures available on social media. Comfort food with the approximate texture of sodden porridge drowned in sugar. "Reviewers have cited her complex characters." Citation needed.
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Just Modeling the Right Approach. Ahhh.
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Which book are you on to next?
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I'm currently reading Project Hail Mary and liking it way more. I'm not going to finish my Hugo novel read before they announce the winners though - I think awards are this weekend haha.
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I really enjoyed Project Hail Mary! I thought it was really engaging and fast-paced, and I liked how plotty it was, while still having a well-crafted main character. And since I haven't read anything else by Weir, I can't make any comparisons to The Martian, which I think is helpful. :) I'm glad you're enjoying it too!
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This is something empowering you say to someone who's starting out in life and realizing they can make their own decision, to someone escaping from a situation from which they have no control. Not to someone who gives orders and has command over other people's lives, believes her work is important and worth it, and is good at something that is both difficult and involves a lot of difficult and weighty decisions.
Yeah, considering Pei's reproductive decision is, I think, the closest this book has to a character arc, the way that resolved itself did not work for me. I think there is actually an interesting point to be made where an external view -- from a different culture, one that does not have the same attitudes about shimmer and reproduction -- could work to help resolve someone's cultural dilemma. But not the way it was done here, because the dilemma didn't really feel all that profound, and the advice, as you say, was so ordinary and facile.
understands the world through visual input, keying specifically on colour. But they are overwhelmed when faced with a busy store display with many different colours. But thinking about it for more than a second makes this seem so bizarre. If your primary means of navigating the world is through a particular sense, then why is it so easily overwhelmed? How has your species not gone extinct?
Heh, I actually liked that scene, and I think I can accept that the amount (density, intensity) of color in a cereal aisle exceeds what would normally be found in nature. I was reading it as similar to, like, a dog relies on scent to navigate and would probably be overwhelmed by being taken into a spice shop.
(The other nitpicks are very fair though, haha. I had forgotten that Roveg was not supposed to have muscles (???) and Gora was not supposed to have an atmosphere...)
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That sounds so disappointing that she has abandoned an interesting/challenging route.
It feels like a book that really wants to be comforting, but I feel like it kind of undercuts itself because it is so narrow in scope of the people it portrays. There are people in the world who don't even acknowledge they have feelings and simply scream, you know? There are people who would sooner explain themselves as hurl themselves over a cliff. But everyone in this book is so talky and everything gets so easily resolved. Even for people who like talking over their emotions, not every problem can be solved by talking out their feelings??
Some of it does come down to my personal preferences in fiction. I do like whimsy, but I find pure whimsy just too insubstantial for a novel. I like it best when it's also paired with a bite of more emotional depth, a lot of plot, etc.